How To Tame an Academy Dragon

35. Become a Temporary Supply Officer of the Academy

Doha It is said that punishment was given for the Prius that fell from the sky and destroyed the commercial district and the street in front of the academy.

Fortunately, through the private expenses of the Doha Prius, I was able to make up for the damages, and the messy streets were able to regain their original appearance.

By the way, the bizarre and terrifying incident of losing the medal given directly by the emperor in the blink of an eye ended with the replacement of the extra medal prepared in advance.

Readiness is certain.

Immediately after that incident, the Doha Prius came to the stationery store and complained.

Most of her grumbled that she had blown away all of her savings, but whenever she did that, she complained about the inconvenience she had caused to her surroundings, and within a few days she became a quiet lizard.

The conferment ceremony and other events that marked the end of spring made me so busy that I didn’t even know how time passed.

The weather turned towards summer, and while I was fully enjoying the fact that the sun in the sky was getting closer to the ground, Hyman came to visit me.

“How are you?”

Hyman, who had just finished his evening business and appeared at a quiet time, was wearing a shabby robe as always.

“The Great Sage.”

“Heh heh. That’s the title.”

Hyman waved his hand, probably thinking I was being too aggressive. He looked around his store and gave Hyman a chair as he walked inside.

It was a high-end chair that I had paid much attention to, but somehow Hyman sat on it and I felt like I lost my looks. Could that be the quality of a person?

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Normally, the dignity will go up. If the level is too high, you will be compared.

“What happened…?”

After meeting the emperor at the imperial palace, whenever I met people who seemed to be related to the emperor, I started to pay attention.

In fact, it was an uncomfortable cohabitation, and I am a mysterious demon hiding among humans, A. Even if the emperor suddenly issued a congratulatory order, there was nothing to say.

What is the order to celebrate?

Anyway, through that reason and recent incidents, I’ve always been in a situation where I’m always anxious and worried about tomorrow.

What reassured me was, surprisingly, the Doha Prius.

As long as she comes looking for me, she says that the oath she and I made will still be valid, and that my lifeline will still remain.

Turn around. Apart from Hyman’s warm impression, his visit itself made me uneasy.

Just in case, I’ll pack up my things tomorrow and get out of his mouth. I was worried that the word would come out, but Hyman shook his head slowly as if he understood my intentions.

“Don’t worry. I came here to request you as the principal of Belfia Academy.”

“Ask me?”

“It’s for you.”

Hyman smiles while sitting in a chair. I leaned against the counter scratching his head questioning his words.

A request from a man called the great sage, a hero who saved the country, and the director of the academy the emperor himself established.

Hyman lightly touched the air with his index finger, and ripples spread from where his index finger touched. And a piece of paper appeared with a small halo.

He grabbed the paper before it ran out, turned it over, and showed it to me.

The paper decorated in an appropriate style was packed with fancy letters, but it was difficult to recognize at a glance because there were so many letters.

Instead, the headline at the top stood out because it was large, but what was written there.

“Velfia Academy Temporary Quartermaster Contract…?”

“Heh heh heh.”

Hyman’s wrinkled eyes, peeking out over the paper, were drawing a half moon.

***

Belfia Academy was making many attempts as it entered its second year.

In the end, it was an institution for nurturing talented people of the empire, so they wanted to build more and more reliable experience and knowledge for students.

One of them is the end of the first semester and the first joint training camp for sophomores right before summer vacation.

It seemed like a kind of on-the-job training concept applied to practice in the second year, when a department was decided in earnest based on what was learned during the first year.

A huge project in which countless other people, including the escort to protect the entire second grade, the teacher in charge, and the students, are mobilized.

In particular, whenever a large population moves from ancient times, it will be a problem related to supply that emerges as important.

From what I heard from Hyman, there are more than 10 supply officers, starting with the supply leader, and the amount flowing this time alone is equivalent to the amount of flow that occurs in the capital for a month…

What is the problem? While busy preparing for the joint training camp, one of the supply officers got into an accident and it seems that the season was out.

I was in charge of managing the small consumables to be used throughout the training period, but it was like it was covered in my luggage while working. Excluding the roster because the waist went out that way.

Worried what to do, Hyman said that he remembered me doing business while managing various things in front of the academy.

I decided to start with the conclusion. Because? It was too much money to refuse.

Training takes place every four weeks, just one month. And the amount I will receive while working as a supply officer for one month is 3 months worth of net profit.

Anyway, if the sophomores were gone for a month, sales would drop that much, and no matter how hard they tried, working as a supply officer seemed better.

After signing the contract with Hyman, I was able to see the inside of the academy for the first time following him.

The first thing I felt was clearing up. Then it sucks After that, it was f*cking.

As befits a place where the children of leading people in the empire gather, it is so grand that even stepping on the tiles on the floor is embarrassing.

I was looking around like a country rat from Seoul, and it was only after a student passed by, calling me a ‘countryhead’, that I was able to look straight ahead.

A foolish bastard.

After meeting Hyman with the 9 fellow Quartermasters and the Quartermaster, and exchanging statements, I was immediately put into work without any further discussion.

The first thing I dealt with was tidying up my clothes.

Studying and stocking the training clothes that students will wear during training according to each standard.

Huge. I met the supply leader in front of a really huge warehouse and was able to receive instructions from him.

“There are a total of 100 sophomores, and a total of 4 uniforms need to be provided. You just have to figure it out by size and distribute it.”

The order of Bamir, a supply commander in his 50s with a beard, was simple and straightforward. If you put it badly, you can interpret it to the extent that you do it yourself.

“Me. How do you share?”

“I have to bring it to you.”

Bamir’s clear answer. Bamir, who used to speak easily and easily, became more polite. Views and attitudes that look higher on students. From here, I realized that the future was going to be dire.

The inventory survey itself was not difficult.

It was only that the predecessor was out of the season due to an unexpected accident, but the work itself was staggering. I was able to study a lot because of the neat handling of the work to the point that what I touched became more complicated.

The problem starts now. We have to distribute clothes, but there are many students, and there are even more clothes.

The spacious campus, which I thought was cool when I first saw it, changed its image to a hard road that was just unnecessarily distant.

If you put them on a wagon and distribute them one by one, you would have to give them all week. With 10 days left to start the training camp right away, I had to come up with another trick.

“…What did you say?”

“Can’t we just let the students come and pick it up?”

“Do you know what you’re talking about?”

I explained my plan to him at the office of the supply commander, who visited with a grave trick, and he hardened his face and was serious.

He looks like a f*cking mean dwarf grandpa.

While eating at the staff cafeteria, what I thought of was the buffet. A way to use a buffet where you line up to get the appetizing food you want.

In the same way, I came up with the idea that I shouldn’t pick up clothes according to my size. It would be much faster to spend a day measuring 100 people.

However, from Bamir’s point of view, it’s like a lower-level ordering a higher-level job, so he must be doing that.

“Haa… I’m pretty sure it’ll be possible against the proud little princesses. It’s good if it doesn’t spark.”

Bamir, who was already as burnt as Dale, rejected my opinion with a sneer.

I know very well why he behaves like that. Even in my previous life, I felt acutely how difficult it was for students to deal with.

The accidents suffered by the high school students who came to experience the barracks remain as the worst memories that cannot be forgotten even now.

Students are often dominated by a small group. A group of so-called Iljin. They are driven by crowd psychology to see how they behave.

“I have a real trick, supply captain.”

“Oh well, I’ve done it too! My predecessors have done it too! What you thought was done by the seniors! You should think there’s a reason for not doing it!”

Wassi. It’s like a dog. When I was in the army, I thought I would hear the comments that I heard until my ears were worn out here. Where people live is all the same. Even so, they are now in their second year.

“There’s a real trick. I’ll prove it tomorrow if you let me.”

“Haa…Hyman-sama brought it to me, so I was looking forward to it…Do it yourself.”

At my persistent request, Vamir, who was holding a white flag, shook his hand, telling me to leave immediately. I’m sure he’s trying to come to his senses after experiencing it himself.

I came out of Bamir’s office and carefully closed the door to make no noise.

Everyone went out to work, and in the quiet hallway of the staff building, only my footsteps hit the wall and scattered.

After leaving the staff building, I headed to the corner of the distribution warehouse area. It was a small warehouse that Hyman had secretly installed in a place where neither human eyes nor footsteps could easily reach.

It was about the size of a warehouse used by a stationery store, and treasure was hidden there. Of course, it’s not my treasure, but it’s a treasure for others.

After looking around several times to make sure no one was watching, I unlocked the warehouse door with the key and put myself through the crack in the small door.

A dark warehouse.

Brush.

I quickly closed the door in case anyone saw it, and felt something sting in my footsteps. Sunlight came in through a small gap drilled for ventilation at the top of the warehouse, barely illuminating the view.

“Greater…”

The sound of snoring coming from the front, lower than the field of view. She must have felt stuffy due to poor oxygen flow. She was sleeping with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Big.”

The sound suddenly cut off. The level of worrying about whether or not breathing has stopped.

“…Keoeoeouk!”

Within a few seconds, the person who had taken a nap in the warehouse reported survival by hearing the sound of oxygen rushing through the airway.

I roughly kicked the bread bags spread out on the floor and pushed them aside.

He had chocolate smeared around his mouth as if he had fallen asleep while eating bread, and he was holding half-eaten chocolate sora bread in his hand sticking out a little between the bread mounds.

“Great, great.”

Pure admiration came out of nowhere.

There are 300 chocolate sora buns piled up here just for one person.

A vicious dragon that resides 24 hours a day, sick of happiness in an amazing paradise on earth. Suddenly, the face of Sellus, worried about not having enough bread, comes to mind.

On her floor, the crumbs and bread bags she spilled made another grave. It’s a relief that the academy is so clean that there are no rats.

If it wasn’t for that, wouldn’t this place have become a den of rats and become a small mini dungeon?

“Kooooouk…”

My breath stopped as if my nose was blocked again.

“Whew.”

Taking a deep breath, I leaned over her and gently grabbed her hair and turned it in the opposite direction. Then her face, which had been frowning on her, loosened and became much more comfortable.

“Clean up and sleep. Soft.”

Looking at it up close, it was a spectacle. Know that you are lucky that she has a pretty face.

I wiped the chocolate from her mouth with my thumb. The Doha Prius wriggled as I felt my fingers touch my skin.

“Ugh…”

She must have rolled up her body, and the bread piled on top of her crumbled down.

As I turned over on her side and ran my fingers through her disheveled bangs, I caught a glimpse of her sleeping face.

Since you keep your mouth shut, there is no other angel like this. It would be great if it was like this normally.

Kul-Kulza stared at the face of the Doha Prius, not knowing how much time had passed.

“Thank you very much.”

“Ugh…”